The story does not belong to me, I just happened to imagine it. When I relay my fantasy to you, this fantasy becomes independent of me.

From that moment on the author was dead."

"My thoughts are not important, nor are my explanations. Just like a light has countless ways of describing it, and my words are just one of them."

Irwin smiled, "I have always felt that creation itself is a process of sharing, so readers are very important. Just like a beautiful performance, no matter how amazing it is, if there is no audience in the audience, it will become lonely and boring."

He then whispered, "Of course, readers' payment is also valuable."

Palmer probably understood what Irwin said, and he continued, "In other words, can I just regard the explanations you just made as nonsense?"

"If it makes you feel better, I'm fine with it."

Palmer was silent for a while. He clutched his chest and felt angina again. It was easy for Irwin to say it, but these damn words had been driven into Palmer's mind like nails.

He wanted to forget the conversation just now in order to retain the innocent and beautiful impression of the work, but it was obvious that Palmer could no longer do it.

There was an eerie silence between the two, with Cinderella caught in the middle, fidgeting.

Palmer said meaningfully, "Then again, it's really surprising, Irwin."

In the past few days, Palmer has learned about Irwin's story from Nolen's mouth. This famous author has been secretly pursuing the knowledge of the extraordinary world for decades.

Palmer asked, "Just for creative inspiration?"

Irwin knew what he was asking, "What else?"

Palmer set his sights on Cinderella. According to Irwin, she was Irwin's niece, but the niece's name sounded weird.

Cinderella, this is a name from a fairy tale that Palmer has read.

Palmer asked, "What about her?"

Cinderella's good attitude has attracted the attention of Palmer. Although Palmer has all kinds of bad qualities, as an excellent employee of the Bureau of Order, he can still distinguish the order of things.

"It was an accident. I never thought I would be involved in this kind of thing."

Irwin told the truth in this part. He simply wanted to meet Nolen, an old friend, but he was involved in the dispute between the Zongge Band and the Unbound Poetry Society.

Irwin added, "Besides, if you look at me like this, if I have any conspiracy... wouldn't I be sending myself to death?"

When Palmer thought about it carefully, it was indeed the case. Without his critical rescue, Irwin would have almost died in the Paradise. Moreover, no matter how he thought about it, Palmer could not think of any sinister motives for Irwin.

He is just an ordinary person, a pure ordinary person, let alone a condenser. Even the lowest devil is not something Irwin can deal with calmly.

Irwin asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

When mentioning these, Irwin's breathing became tense. The friendly reader interaction was over, and the really important part had just begun.

Now Irvin is under house arrest on the Terror. His life and death are entirely decided by these mysterious Sublimation Ones. It is always very unsettling to leave one's fate to others.

Irwin asked, "Memory wipe? I remember this is your most common method."

"Hmm...I don't know."

Palmer shook his head, "That's the responsibility of the Logistics Department, but..."

Suddenly, Palmer's expression became sneaky, and he put his arm around Irvin's shoulders, acting like a good brother. Palmer's sudden enthusiasm made Irvin extremely uncomfortable, and then Palmer whispered to him.

.

"Let's make a deal. As long as you promise me, I will find a way."

Palmer told Irwin his request. Irwin was a little worried at first, but then his expression became strange, he frowned, and looked at Palmer with a strange look.

Judging from the content of the request, Palmer is really a fan of himself.

Irwin sighed, "How strange..."

…

As night fell, Boluogo stood on the deck, looking at the scenery in the distance. Due to the storm, the lights of the Freeport were now dimmed a lot, like a large extinguished candle that kept swaying.

After repeated tests, the properties of the constant metal were confirmed. It is not affected by the force of the labyrinth, so it cannot pass through the door of the labyrinth. This most convenient means of movement becomes ineffective.

Jeffrey proposed to gather the strength of several people to try to forcibly break the constant metal and leave directly with the original objects under the constant metal, but this proposal was strictly rejected by Dewar.

"Did you not hear me clearly? This is a container. An object that can be protected by metal with such special properties must be a substance that easily reacts with ether. Maybe the moment we open the constant metal, the original will be destroyed.

thing!"

Dewar strongly demanded that he return to the sublimation furnace core before cutting the constant metal. His attitude was very firm. If he hadn't known about it in advance, Bologo would have thought that Dewar was also a member of the sublimation furnace core.

After a short period of thinking, a new plan was formulated. The special operations group would stay on the Terror for a while, waiting for reinforcements from the sixth group, the riot control operations group.

The arrival of this batch of reinforcements was expected by Boluogo. In the initial operation, the special operations group and the riot control operation group set off one after another. The riot control operation group attracted firepower for the special operations group, and they attacked the periphery and control areas of the free port.

The singing group fought continuously for several days, and when the Paradise incident broke out, they were still resting in the wilderness.

After receiving information about the successful recovery of Gold and Constant Metal, the anti-riot operations team is moving closer to the Freeport. This time they will return to the Bureau of Order together with the special operations team to escort the operation.

This news made Boluoge feel relieved about his return journey. With such a group of Origin School condensers, their strength has greatly increased. Just relying on Yas's silence and prohibition, they can make the enemy suffer.

It's unspeakable, not to mention the combination of Jeffrey's tiger eyes, a blocked ether, a stagnant body, an enemy lower than the power bearer, in their eyes, they are like targets.

Groups of origin school condensers are capable of fighting no matter what kind of enemy they face.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. It was very soft, like a light deer stepping on dry leaves. If you didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to distinguish it from the sound of the wind.

Boluogo knows who is coming. Jeffrey's footsteps will be heavier, while Lebius will not let anyone notice the footsteps at all. As for Palmer, he will say hello loudly first and then walk away happily.

come over.

Aimu lay down next to the fence, "You look a little irritable."

"I'm thinking about something."

Boluogo did not explain what it was, and Aimu did not continue to ask questions.

The conversation between the two fell into silence, with only the whistling of the sea breeze all around. Aimu felt that his cheeks were slightly warmed by the sea breeze.

Aimu was looking for a topic, "Have you tried the local specialties in Freeport?"

Boluogo shook his head. He was not hungry. He simply ate a few biscuits and ended his dinner.

"how is the taste?"

"It's terrible, it's terrible."

Aimu shook her head vigorously. She felt that she would never get used to the food of these sailors. Then she raised her hand and put it on Boluogo's head. Her illusory palm overlapped with Boluogo. At the same time, Aimu

Miu recalled the taste of food.

"how do you feel?"

"How strange."

Aimu affirmed, "Yes!"

"No, I mean your behavior is so weird."

Boluogo turned his head helplessly, as if Aimu was about to take out his own head, "But to be honest, this food tastes even weirder."

"Haha, right! Right!"
Chapter completed!